Wednesday, November 18, 2009

John Curtin, Sorry, But You'll Have to Wait Until Friday

I've been sick since last Wednesday night.

But since I'm a bit of a workaholic when it comes to this blog, I worked on research posts Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday.

By the time I finished my post on a Prime Minister...Monday at 2:00; I felt much worse than I had previously. After some arguing inside my head, I decided to take a rest on Tuesday.

I actually already had scheduled days off on Wednesday and Thursday (because of family events). Maybe that's why I felt guilty about taking Tuesday off as well. But after awhile, I realized I was being unreasonable with myself. My argument for taking a break was....

A) I'm already ahead on posts
B) Even if I fall behind and have nothing to post, the world won't end
C) Despite what I might think, I'm not a lazy failure for wanting to take an extra break

John Curtin was the person I was supposed to write about yesterday. Now he's been pushed ahead to Friday.

Yesterday, I was resting in bed.

Jack suddenly asked. Are you doing a blog post today?
I told him I wasn't.

He asked who I was writing about, and I told him. Jack then offered to do the post for me. I didn't say no right away. I was curious what he'd come up with. But then I told him it was okay. I already wrote posts that would go up today. I suggested he write on his own blog instead. He happily and eagerly took me up on that offer, and wrote about Snow White.

This morning though I started thinking maybe I made a huge parental mistake. Yesterday, I had thought of it all as Jack wanting to sacrifice his time to do his sick mom a favor. I had felt I was letting him off the hook. But what if he had actually wanted to write on my blog, and I had rejected him? So I asked him this morning if he'd like to write the post.

He gave me a very quick and firm. No Thank you. Then he reminded me that he had his own posts to work on. So I think my initial impression had been more accurate.

Anyway, back to yesterday.

Last night, I decided to turn off my computer for the day, and get into bed. Just before I turned it off, I took notice of who was on the desktop. Well, I have it set up that every three minutes or so, another one of my many saved pictures will be the desktop image. Guess who was on there? John Curtin!

I pointed it out to Jack when he came into the room. We joked that maybe he was mad I didn't write about him.

I don't know. Was it a coincidence? Maybe.

Was it John Curtin kindly saying. Don't worry, Dina. We'll hang out on Friday.
Or was he saying, How dare you call yourself the girl who wished she was Australian? I'm a Prime Minister. You don't reschedule a date with a Prime Minister!
Anyway, that's my story.

In other news, I dreamed about visiting Australia last night. We did a short trip there. I think we just stayed at a holiday park. I didn't expect it to be that great. We've already had two fabulous trips to Australia. I think there's a part of me that's scared the third one will be disappointing. But in the dream, the third one was wonderful. So, that's a happy hopeful thing.

I also dreamed about Sonia McMahon and her son, Julian. They bitched at me for not writing about John Curtin. No, I'm joking. But I did dream about them. I can't remember much. It's something like I had done this big project on both of them....kind of like a joke. It was all in jest. But then we ended up hanging out with Julian, and I was nervous he'd find out about the project. I don't think I was worried he'd be offended. I think I was more worried that he'd be....I don't know. Well, I think I worried he'd take it too seriously and get a swelled head.